presenting itself on a silver platter.
my, which cocktail to pick and which, to admire.
it was but a far-fetched notion a year ago.
now, the proximity is suffocating.
then maybe if i get used to it.
this could be a whole other story.


let my mind do the work.


WAFF.
i had no idea it stood for "warm and fuzzy feeling".
apparently its quite a well-advertised event.
and i feel the nerves.


you cant push it underground
you cant stop it screaming out
how did it come to this.

perfection at 4:53 PM